the favorite family is so-called for many reasons: some of them do things like make the babe who calls me auntie al and create perfectly perfect wedding dresses. others teach me the value of appropriately timed ‘friends’ quotes for almost any social situation – a skill i take seriously.
but more than anything, the favorite family is favorite because when they’re around i know that, no matter what happens, i will never be alone. it’s kinda like a never-ending hug.
so you can understand my excitement when i learned that they were sending a box – a box of love, if you will – all the way to india! (lord knows i love to stock-pile me some love – and chardonnay – for the crappiest of days here.)
but after successfully leaving canada the box-o-love went POOF and disappeared.
panic ensued. hair was frantically pulled out. a few tears were shed. dramatic scenes took place with postal workers named wendy. (man, poor wendy)
but then something strange happened. just as curiously as the box vanished, today it showed at my apartment! sure, it was mostly bottomless and looked as if a ferret had rifled through the contents seeking out tiny top hats for an all-ferret production of ‘chicago’, but it was here – and that was all that mattered.
wowsers! the fav fam certainly delivered on their promise of love in a box.
so tonight i spent the whole evening casually rearranging my new tokens and singing along to adele. it was beyond stellar.
i can almost 100% guarantee that thanks to the love box, this weekend i will be dancing around my apartment wearing a canada t-shirt and an eye-sleep-cover thing whilst drinking chilled chardy and licking what was a bag of chocolate chips and is now just one giant chip. thank you heat.
so with that mental picture in mind, consider your mission accomplished fav fam. xo